> Wumpscut - Deliverance
> Petula Clark - Downtown
> Madonna - Like a Virgin
> Joan Jett and the Blackhearts - I Love Rock & Roll
> The Ramones - Cretin Hop
> Nine Inch Nails - The Fragile
> Eve 6 - Here’s To The Night

God I’m tired. We went camping Saturday and Sunday night, we got back to “civilization” around noon today. I’m vaguely reading Steve’s blog. I have a headache. My dad got ice cream, banana fudge something and strawberry something. I’m listening to Wumpscut and I’m kind of depressed with the possibility that they might be a Christian band. My wrists hurt. Tomorrow they’re supposed to come and install my high-speed Internet from 2 to 4. I have to miss art, but I don’t really care. I never did my precis. I would lie and say that I’m too tired to do it, but I just don’t feel like it. I guess that’s childish, but I’m not in the mood for catharsis tonight. I’m kind of depressed. OMG OMG OMG the needle for my record player came today! w00t! I was listening to records all day, it was fun. I really like my Madonna remix records. Here are the lyrics for “Deliverance.” Do they sound Christian?

“Being caught in a hopeless mess
We’re searching for the final solution
For our fate our hopeless mess
Deriding laughter is your contribution

Caught up our mess
Search out salute
Our fate hopeless
Deride tribute

Why don’t you deliver us from pain and evil
We stand in a quiver of our god and we will
Follow his will as long as he will feed us
But we’re not sure if he does really need us”

Hmm. Gosh, Samantha is mad at me…hmm. It’s a post from before the camping trip. I think we bonded on the trip. I’m so glad we went. Oh gosh, I haven’t even talked about our trip. I’m really tired, so this is going to be the condensed version. Okay, well we got there and we carried everything down, the campsite we liked was taken but we took another one that we liked. We forgot the tent poles so me and Sammie went back to the house to get them, taking along this Richie dude that had to use a phone. Got back and used those abortions of journalism, those “Quarterly Beacon” things to start a very good fire. Throughout the trip me and Steve went and carried logs back for the fire, and throught the trip we kept finding example after example of how much this camping trip rocked without the people we dislike. Um, I think the first night we boiled hot dogs and they were good. We had lots of fun talking and roasting marshmallows around the fire. I think I made tea for everybody. We eventually packed everything into the bear-proof box and went to sleep. Oh, on this campsite the place where you’re supposed to put the tent was all sloped and we were all afraid of falling into the ravine and ending up in the stream, but we survived the first night unscathed. The tent moved two feet towards the ravine during the night, but the next night we pulled it back. The second day I believe we had sandwiches for breakfast, Sammie and Tawna attempted to make the beans, but someone accidentally knocked the pot off the grate, it was funny. Oh yeah, Sammie and Tawna made potatoes in foil, they were so good. After a while, I suggested we go swimming and knew this place up this one trail where there was a pool of water suitable for swimming. Everybody thought that was cool, so we climbed up the beautiful trail. At one part there were logs across the trail, but we got across them. However, when we got to the place where there was water, it was about two feet shallower than last time I was there. *I got so many fwags*

Me and Steve went in anyway, and I busied myself making a dam to increase the water level. I think it was more of a psychosomatic dam than anything. It was a beautiful spot though, we hung out for a few hours lying in the warm shade, talking, and throwing around rocks. After a while, we decided to head back to the campsite. I think we had sandwiches. The fire was going out and we didn’t want to go get wood, so we decided to just go down to the beach and play for a while and carry some wood back on the way back. We had so much fun at the beach. Me and Steve got drenched by a few big waves. It was really bright and sunny. We watched the waves for a while, then put towels down on the sand, then lounged around and talked for a while. Eventually we went to get wood for the fire. We got back and boiled water for tea (we didn’t have any non-germ infested water with us). I eventually convinced Steve that we needed to get more wood, so we went back to the place where the wood is and carried this UBER GIGANTIC STICK/LOG back to camp IN THE DARK with other logs and sticks on our backs too. We had to do a Neanderthal grunt (which Sammie and Tawna heard back at the campsite). Walking back to the campsite, Steve saw this hippie guy and girl getting it on in the campsite we used last time we camped. Later on he heard the dude say “fuck” three times. I was very bitter. How do people just…have sex…without me? *MSG-D!*

Lol. Speaking of sex, I’d made a tryst with Charley for Sunday, but I didn’t go mostly because I didn’t feel like it, minorly because it would have involved an arduous hike back to the car in the dark. And because hanging out with my friends is ten times funner than sex. Especially sex with Charley…BORING. I made tea, and I believe that after that we boiled the second pack of hot dogs. We made another pot of tea (we were constantly dehydrated during the trip) and then boiled some potatoes. In taking them out of the pot, I accidentally spilled some of them into my sandal (which had completely broken by now, I threw the sandals out as soon as I got home). We ate some of the potatoes, I ate the rest later. Through the whole trip we kept making Homestarrunner.com related jokes, mostly related to Teen Girl Squad. *SAILING MISHAP!*

LOL. I’m IMing Charley, he doesn’t have much to say. Neither do I. I’m incredibly bored and tired and sad at myself for not doing the precis. I formatted my computer tonight so that I could have the cable internet guy set up the settings in WinXP so I can write them down and use them when I get my legal copy of XP on the 15th. The high school starts tomorrow, so parking (already a nightmare) will be hellish tomorrow. Maybe I’ll park by the tennis courts to save hassle. Somebody keeps keying my “It’s not cool to love Jesus” bumper sticker. I totally think it’s Megan. When Sammie and I were at Steve’s house grabbing the tent poles we noticed this little booklet in my windshield wipers, I would scan it in but my scanner doesn’t work. It said like “Never your (a heart) be minded” or something inane like that and it was filled with bible quotes. On the back it said “Remember that the truths of the Bible are eternal and unchanging.”

Deuteronomy 21:18-21:

“If a man has a stubborn and rebellious son who does not obey his father and mother and will not listen to them when they discipline him, his father and mother shall take hold of him and bring him to the elders at the gate of his town. They shall say to the elders, “This son of ours is stubborn and rebellious. He will not obey us. He is a profligate and a drunkard.” Then all the men of his town shall stone him to death. You must purge the evil from among you. All Israel will hear of it and be afraid.”

Sure. Eternal. Unchanging. My ass. Anyway, where did I leave off on the camping story…oh yeah, Homestarrrunner.com. Well, there was this creepy creature that kept rooting around in the bushes, we never figured out what it was, but I’m glad I bought a Mag-Lite at the store. It was like $20 but well worth it. I mean, it’s never going to break. Well, we had more tea, and really didn’t feel like putting everything away. The people in the campsite near us had this big circle of candles. If it wasn’t such a good way to light up a campsite, I would have thought it was kind of weird. Oh, I brought candles this time so we had extra light, but only like three. They were better than nothing though. *ARROWED!*

Lol. We boiled one last pot of water for the next morning, then eventually got everything into the bear-proof box. We pulled the tent up the hill a bit (or we would have surely found ourselves falling down the ravine in the middle of the night), then we all piled in the tent. We were so tired. With more talk about the lame people we were glad we didn’t invite, we soon went to sleep. *The system is down. The system is down.*

And then the OMG comes. It must have been around one at the earliest, three at the latest…we all were just drifting off to sleep. Well, I was in the half-world between dreams and reality when I started hearing these voices. I couldn’t tell if they were real or not until I started waking up and they said “Tawna.” IT WAS JOE. AND HE WAS DRUNK OUT OF HIS MIND. They (he was with this other guy that they knew from the film class) wanted us to come out of the tent. “You guys don’t have to just hang out here, you know.” It was freezing, and I knew in the back of my mind that if they forced me out of my warm cocoon that there would be some warm red liquid on the end of my fist. They were drunk as hell, but Samantha went out and tried to convince them to leave. I heard something to the effect of “You weren’t invited, Joe. Leave.” (In my half-asleep mind, I was all “Go Sammie! Make the drunkards go away!”) Sammie got back in the tent, and they called Tawna out. I believe they thought they could manipulate her into going with them or something. They stopped at Tawna’s house and that was how they’d found out where we were. Tawna asked Joe if he was drunk. “It happens,” he said. LOL. We kept saying that the next day. It’s quite possibly the stupidest phrase ever. She convinced them to leave, I guess, and got back into the tent. We talked about how pathetic they were, and then drifted off to sleep.

Ouchies. My ear is itchy, I should disinfect my hole. (God that sounded wrong.) Naiya’s online, I’m not sure whether that’s a good thing. Our demonization of all our other friends when they’re not around makes me pessimistic that there can really ever be a friend that you like wholly and completely. Depressing. I don’t even wholly like myself, but I mean, you can’t do much about things you dislike about yourself. But I guess you can do more about yourself then things you don’t like about other people.

I guess I’m just in a pissy mood. I feel like Tawna in one of her recent posts: she was in a bad mood and she was sorry for it, but when one is in a mood that’s just how one feels. At least one person gets how I feel. I’m staring at the book Super-Cannes by J.G. Ballard. It is the key that unlocks the world of today.

“Whenever there’s a vacuum, the wrong kind of politics creep in. Fascism was a virtual psychopathology that served deep unconsions needs. Years of bourgeois conditioning had produced a Europe suffocating in work, commerce, and conformity. It’s people needed to break out, to invent the hatreds that could liberate them, and they found an Austrian misfit only too happy to do the job.”

“Homo sapiens is a reformed hunter-killer of depraved appetities, which once helped him to survive. He was partly rehabilitated in an open prision called the first agricultral societies, and now finds himself on parole in the polite suburbs of the city state. The deviant impulses coded into his central nervous system have been switched off. He can no longer harm himself or anyone else. But nature sensibly endowed him with a taste for cruelty and an intense curiosity about pain and death. Without them, he’s trapped in the afternoon shopping malls of a limitless mediocrity.”

Our central nervous systems crave violence, depravity, death, chaos. We will elect Bush again. We want violence. We want to kill all the Iraqis. They’re not human like us. They should die so that we may live.

Man, this is like the longest post ever. I’m depressed. Maybe I should separate this into two posts. Too much work. Hmm. My drive should get here any day now. I should go to sleep and get up early to work on my precis. Eh…no, I’d have to have two hours of uninterrupted study time. I don’t know where that two hours will come from. This week I will devote one hour a day to studying. That is my goal. Only 8 days until I get paid. I think the pay period ends on the 8th. I need to input all that Veterans’ Day crap for the Veterans’ Day tab, that’ll keep me a few more hours. I hope Mike isn’t mad at me, I didn’t scan in the Neighbors photos…but when I got to it, Tom was already there doing layout, I just thought it would be more efficient for whoever was doing that page to just scan them in since they’d be using that computer anyway. I am no longer going to download music at work. And I will attempt to keep my blogging to a minimum. I should go to sleep. It’s 11:20. Crapmonkey, I missed Family Guy. Charley sent me a link to this game called Fable. People like Charley will be the first to give up this reality for the virtual reality of the future. I can only hope that it takes another hundred years for there to be World War III, so technology can come to a point where it will be unaffected by the destruction of major industries. Okay, I should get to sleep.